With You
Images from Freepik
The lake swallows me in a scramble
of cramping muscles and weeds.
I flail gasp swallow thrash; bubbles jet through water,
a string of crystal balls to the past
I reach to catch.
And — it’s last monsoon, when you picked me up and
danced me around the garden
laughing screaming
until I breathed in pouring rain —
splutter-wheezing lungs
screaming to unlearn how to inhale —
bursts
pooling
when the blood rushing to my head thrummed a single thought.
I’m
with
you.
My fears dissolve, puddling.
I sink
to the bottom of the lake.
Tunnelling vision
floating
hand reaches
for one last bubble of you, and
I’m —
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NC Maha
Maha is a science writer, nature-lover, and fantasy enthusiast. She began exploring her experiences in nature and life through creative storytelling in 2023. Her works appear in Intrepidus Ink, SpecPoVerse, and other places online.
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